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Sueños and Stories: February 2009

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Saturday, February 21, 2009. Liked the people there,. How they draped their arms on the wiry railings,. How they kicked their feet as they sat on the stage,. How the looked out into the empty auditorium,. And felt like a star,. Liked how we talked,. Confident and loud,. When we became our character,. Liked how it contrasted the ivory colored walls,. And the dim lighting,. And the dust particles floating in the air. The costumes beneath the stage,. And masks and dresses,. Boxes of shoes,. I got up early,.

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Sueños and Stories: August 2008

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Saturday, August 2, 2008. Trying to conquer Mario Galaxy. Oh, what nobleness. We are going on an adventure. Where are we going? We're going on an adventure. Jumped up the steps,. Grabbed our shoes,. We run across the street. Feet flying, where, oh where, are we going? Waves of blue here,. Face with mustache,. Scribbled in heart,. Across the street, and to the church. Cross in green,. And, what was it, Riley,. That you have drawn? And finally, to the school. Do we love it? I'd forgotten how big it was.

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Sueños and Stories: Idiosyncratic Words

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Monday, January 26, 2009. Taking a drink,. Stroll on the streets,. High five left hangin’. Feet slap slap slap. Let’s go gang,. Headin’ of to Hollywood,. Flash, flash, flash,. Each step beatin’. I like the language,. I like the sound of words,. How they crack and sizzle. And drizzle, drizzle, drizzle,. Drip, drip,. Peculiar girl, brimming with words, I love how you let them spill. January 26, 2009 at 7:55 PM. What a fun poem Micaela! It was refreshing to read during these long, cold, slow winter days.

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Sueños and Stories: October 2008

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Thursday, October 9, 2008. Today as I slowly zoned out. In my science class,. I thought about how before I learned science,. Before I knew what lay beyond us, the planets and moons. And stars and galaxies and black holes and dark matter,. The sky was just sky. The stars were sparkling fire balls giving us light. And everything was so simplistic-. This is people,. This is ground,. This is birds and fish and animals,. This is Earth,. This is sky,. Here is our moon, darling. We don't know.". By Sue Monk Kidd.

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Sueños and Stories: Lotta Poems

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Saturday, February 21, 2009. Liked the people there,. How they draped their arms on the wiry railings,. How they kicked their feet as they sat on the stage,. How the looked out into the empty auditorium,. And felt like a star,. Liked how we talked,. Confident and loud,. When we became our character,. Liked how it contrasted the ivory colored walls,. And the dim lighting,. And the dust particles floating in the air. The costumes beneath the stage,. And masks and dresses,. Boxes of shoes,. I got up early,.

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Sueños and Stories: Princess Poem

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009. Leading me to the moon where my. Throne awaits in the curve. Floating like bubbles,. They cannot be touched. Or the delicate skin shatters,. They are the secrets. Of a sleeping body,. An inmate in her cell. My guard is the. Night in all its. Hear the trumpets,. Blaring like sirens,. Announcing the sun,. Introducing the light,. Wake up princess of the stars. Brilliant and brave,. Visible on the brink. January 20, 2009 at 7:18 PM. February 22, 2009 at 7:31 AM. By Sue Monk Kidd.

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Sueños and Stories: June 2009

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009. Periwinkle tastes like Swiss Cheese,. Airy as paper on my tongue,. Tangy as saltine crackers,. Crinkling and crackling on the roof of my mouth. As light as ice cold milk,. Sounds like it too,. Like my grandpa does, mizing the ice. Into his glass so that it is so freezing it bites at your throat. Jazz music in the elevator,. You remember the tune faintly, in the back of your memory. But in a second it can slip away. The wind and the crickets whisper its melody into my ears,. Some sa...

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Sueños and Stories: Periwinkle

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009. Periwinkle tastes like Swiss Cheese,. Airy as paper on my tongue,. Tangy as saltine crackers,. Crinkling and crackling on the roof of my mouth. As light as ice cold milk,. Sounds like it too,. Like my grandpa does, mizing the ice. Into his glass so that it is so freezing it bites at your throat. Jazz music in the elevator,. You remember the tune faintly, in the back of your memory. But in a second it can slip away. The wind and the crickets whisper its melody into my ears,. I like ...

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Sueños and Stories: January 2009

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Monday, January 26, 2009. Taking a drink,. Stroll on the streets,. High five left hangin’. Feet slap slap slap. Let’s go gang,. Headin’ of to Hollywood,. Flash, flash, flash,. Each step beatin’. I like the language,. I like the sound of words,. How they crack and sizzle. And drizzle, drizzle, drizzle,. Drip, drip,. Tuesday, January 20, 2009. Leading me to the moon where my. Throne awaits in the curve. Floating like bubbles,. They cannot be touched. Or the delicate skin shatters,. They are the secrets.

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Sueños and Stories: July 2008

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Sunday, July 6, 2008. Colors began turning hazily into the sky. And the ground was just ground. Holding the gravity that kept me. Loud crashes of bursting fireworks. Echoed through the spacious. The vast empire of water and sky. Crackling and shattering the quietness,. The sheltered thoughts we hide in. And all I had with me to mark this time. And with it I wrote a simple. Which sailed away with the wind smoldering. The heavy breaths I wore. From running into my own seclusion. At the end of the beach.